An update on this project.
it's becoming a part of a book i am creating.
FEET
smelly/dirty/worn out/worn in/broken/crooked/oversized big toes/toe nails/
socks/smelly socks/holey socks/monday socks/stripey/ all colours and patterns/slogans/cover my feet/keep me warm
Shoes/walking/running/hiking/climbing/lounging/climbing/driving/diving
"i will walk 500 miles, ahn i would walk 500 more" - the proclaimers
you'd have bloody wrecked feet if you did mate.
My feet carry me wherever i want to go, up hills, down hills, across dancefloors and into taxis.
They are the understated body parts, some people have phobias about their own feet, some people paint their toenails and look after them. Some dress their feet up with fancy shoes.
one day, i just looked down, to see what my feet where doing. what surface lied underneath them. What did the ground say about where i'd been, what i did?
Surfaces we cross have many different variations to them. some make sounds that are amusing, the squeak on vinyl, the slap on concrete.
I sometimes match the rhythm of other peoples steps, i use the sound their feet make on the floor and what i see to help me synchronize. Our sounds combine, make a beautiful chorus of feet.
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